An arrogant voice, an overbearing blade light.
Beneath this blade, the once immovable human fate surged like a hundred rivers converging into one sea, merging into that clear dominating blade glow, brutally slashing towards Ji Zongcheng.
Ji Zongcheng, an old hand in the Martial World.
Having traveled the entire world and Martial World, ruthless and formidable, a protector among the four major Heavenly Kings of the Demon Sect, yet in this moment, he felt blurred, distracted in a flash, which should not have happened but did.
As if from the brilliant blade light, he glimpsed the past.
The dark emperor's robe, as always, the Western Region's iron cavalry soaring domineeringly, surging waves of Qi like a rainbow, this arrogant ruler stepped onto the Western Region's Lingshan, personally campaigning against the invincible Western Buddha Country.
